fourteenth trick

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki appears on the Plane without grand ceremony, without a straw stuck up his nose or any of the eccentricity and charm that accompanies his usual manner. His white shirt has smears of brown blood on it, probably from the bloody Rumble Regalia he's been clutching to himself for an hour.

He stands there motionless for a moment, then with something like a choked squeak, simply sinks where he is. Feet out, Regalia sitting in front of him, head bowed in memory to one of the first to draw out his potential.]

... damn it...

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[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Sure, Ikki, whatever you say :) Soul won't say anything, anyway. He stands there for a moment, trying to think of something cool to say. Damn, Maka's usually the one giving pep talks.]

Hey. You said before that you were God, or the Storm King or something, right?

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki looks up.]

... Yeah, something like that.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

If that's how it is, then you should be able to fight your way through whatever's going on.

Wouldn't be very cool, otherwise.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Did I say I was gonna give up?

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

No, that's not what I'm saying. [He looks off across the Plane.] I have this friend back home, Black*Star. He talks all the time about surpassing God and becoming the greatest man ever. If anyone can do it, it's him, because he's an idiot who only knows how to rush forward.

You kinda remind me of him. Though you're less extreme.

Don't worry, it's a good thing.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[-- an eyebrow, and then he just laughs]

Sounds like I got some competition.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[Smirks.] Damn right. [He gets the feeling Black*Star and Ikki would get along, if they ever met.]

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

I'll work on it. [He pauses.] Thanks for the soda, Sharkie.

[coolestscythe.livejournal.com]

[He raises an eyebrow, but he's not gonna ask about the "Sharkie."] No problem.